Going nude was something I always enjoyed when I was at home. I mean why get dressed if you don't have to? When I was in my 20's, and living in a singles complex, nude swimming was the norm. But I had never actually been to a 'Nudist Resort'. My wife had no interest what-so-ever and even before we were married wouldn't play pool volleyball like that. I would have loved to show off the catch. (She had the best body I had ever had the pleasure of knowing.) But hell, even when we had a home with a pool and an 8ft privacy fence she wouldn't join me, even at night. I never pushed it but now, after 40 years, she was gone; moved 2000 miles away.
I found myself living in an area that had five or six 'clothing optional resorts' within a few miles. I guess you could say it was on my 'bucket list' so I set about to spend some time in the back yard sunbathing, so as to get those delicate parts a bit desensitized to the sun. I can't imagine how much it would hurt to have my ass burned, not to mention my cock and sack. I found a coupon for a free day visit to one place and said what the hell. A bar-buddy warned me that all I would see were a bunch of 'saggy baggies' and old fat people. Since my tanning was not complete I waited for a nice warm but cloudy day and took the plunge.
I entered the gate with my coupon and went into the lobby area. The guy at the desk looked a bit harried. I showed him the coupon and said I'd just like to check it out. I let him give me his spiel about joining and said that I just wanted the day pass like the coupon promised. He told me it was supposed to only be a guided tour but his assistant had just quit. I said that wasn't my problem. He gave me some disclaimers to sign and said I could go in. One of the papers included a list of rules.
No staring, gawking, or leering
No lewd comments
No swim suits in pools
Shower before entering pools
When you sit or lay down do so on a provided towel
NO SEXUAL CONTACT IN PUBLIC
I signed and he gave me a locker key and suggested that I use a fanny pack and exchange some bills for Susan B Anthony dollars. He explained that the bartender hated dealing with wet money. I bought a fanny pack from him and exchanged $20, having no idea of costs; I figured that would be enough for a few beers. I went to the locker room, stripped, and ventured out into the world of naturalists.
It felt a bit strange being in any even semi public place like that after all those years, and with all those rules in mind I tried to not look too hard. Not getting hard (which had been a concern) wasn't really an issue because, as my buddy warned, there really wasn't too much to see. There were lots of 'saggy baggies'.
I walked around and looked at the facilities and made my way back to the bar and main pool area. I ordered a beer, found a towel, and took a seat. A few couples showed up to sunbathe. I tried not to look too much but the women were pretty hot.
Then I heard a somewhat husky but feminine voice behind me ask, "Is this seat taken?" I turned and told her "Only by you." She looked about 35 and had a body that rivaled what my ex had at 25. "First time?" I told her yes and asked if my tan lines gave me away. She smiled and said that was a hint but that she had been watching me and saw how I was trying so hard not to look.
"Where were you?" I asked. "I know I would have noticed you."
She smiled and said she had the condo right behind where we were sitting. "I've been watching you since you came in. You have some nice attributes. You can look at me all you like. I enjoy being looked at." I asked if she lived there. "No my husband and I bought it when the place first opened. As part of the deal we had a lifetime membership. I live about 10 miles away."
I took the invitation and looked her up and down. From my vantage point she had everything I like, nice tits, fat labia, and unshaved pussy. She either dyed or was truly a natural redhead.
"Beautiful, but you're married?" I asked, maybe sounding a little disappointed.
"I was for almost 25 years. He died about a year ago." We had a wonderful life and this place was part of it. I like to be looked at and he liked knowing I was all his. This is my first visit back since he died. I retired from stripping when a little sag started, and besides, all the titty bars were killing the business. I missed being looked at, though, so we came here."
"Were you five when you married?" I asked.
"Thank you but I was twenty-five. Before you ask, I exercise regularly. I was a dancer and I still do the same exercises that I was taught when I started taking ballet lessons at eight. Ballet didn't work out for me when these started to grow. You never see a busty ballerina. I switched to modern dance but as they grew bigger they got in the way there too. I worked a few shows but wasn't getting many gigs."
"My agent suggested that I turn what had been seen as a liability into an asset and suggested exotic dancing. After thinking about it for a day or so I started. I loved the response I got from the men and the money was fantastic. That's how I met John. He became a regular. We started going to breakfast and one thing led to another. He was very surprised to find out that I was a virgin." She laughed. "I'm not going to say that we were addicted to sex but it was close. That's what we were doing when he died" she said wistfully.
"I'm sorry for your loss. That must have been traumatic."
"Yes it was and I've been seeing a shrink who tells me it's time to 'take the plunge' again."
Just then an announcement came over the PA system. They were looking for two more participants in a pool volleyball game. She asked if I played and I told her I had in college and then some more randomly after that. She told me that she was captain of her high school team, grabbed my hand, pulled me out of my seat and led the way. Her ass was beautiful and the thought of stimulating it with my tongue popped into my mind. I got a bit hard. She turned to urge me to move faster because the slots filled pretty fast. She glanced down at my cock and smiled. I wasn't sure if it was because she knew she had caused it or if she just liked what she saw.
We filled out the last two places on a team. The water was cold and I commented on it. She looked down and laughed, "It equalizes the men and makes the women's tits look better when their nipples are puckered." I looked at her nipples and they were standing out nicely. The first game was not good. She and I were obviously the only two on the team that knew how to play. The other four just batted the ball back. When we switched sides for the next game she called a huddle and her captainship showed. She told the others to set to her and let her set to one of the guys in the front. They followed her direction and it worked.
We won handily. She gave me a high five and brushed up against me with those hard nipples.